It happened again. My street grandma gave me a dollar again today. Despite my attempts at giving it back to her. She put it in my shirt this time, when I tried to give it back! She told me it was for luck. I told her about how my real grandma used to do that when i was little. She told me she was doing it because my real grandma wasn't there to do it. Once again, I offered to get her something. Once again she refused. She thanked me for talking to her. Told me it made her happy and once again asked if I knew her daughter. I asked if she knew where her daughter lived and she said no, but she had a card from her.

Again she asked me what I would name the babies. And when i said I had some time to decide, she said, yes, a few days to decide. And this reminded me of how fast time moves. A few days, indeed, I thought. Life is really but a few days.

I said goodbye and went to get my lunch. I picked out a nice piece of banana bread for her. And just like yesterday, I exited the store and she was no where to be found. I searched the streets for her, perhaps she had just moved to another corner. But nothing. I thought about the thin line between people again and wondered if I was at the beginning of some sort of freaky life experience or time travel movie or something I can't explain. Perhaps she is a character in an RPG (role playing game) video game. And I must do the right thing for her in order to move forward in my quest. I wish I knew.

So, I walked back to work, with my lunch and this dollar in my hand. Wondering what to do with it. I gave it to the first homeless man I saw. Then someone at my work scolded me for giving the man the dollar because he has seen the man take a cab to our sidewalk to beg every morning. Thus, I felt terrible, like the woman's dollar was wasted.

My pretend grandma says her daughter's name is Patricia Kay. But I don't know how true that is. I live in Washington, DC and see Lydia on the street around 17th and K. Maybe someone out there knows them. Maybe this is what I am supposed to do.

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Doctor's appointment and sonogram tomorrow afternoon. I am excited to see the passengers again. To see how they are doing in there. They have been so quiet.